Ryan's heart pounded in his chest as the weight of her words sank in.
It had never been about the pictures.
She believed him over the evidence that Delyth provided her of his betrayal.
She hadn't left him because of some petty misunderstanding, as he had assumed ….
Rather, she had left because of him.
Because he never gave her enough reasons for her to stay. Because he never made her believe in the feeling he had for her in his heart.
He should have … but he didn't.
And that was his fault.
"Arwen, I —" he struggled, not knowing how he could confess the emotions that had taken root in his heart. After a moment of hesitation, he finally said, "Delyth and I never had anything like what was shown in that picture. Even if we went out that evening, it was just a dinner. I don't know what happened after … but when I woke up, I was there on the bed with her. But believe me, nothing happened between us. If it had, I would have known and —"
